It's going to be difficult to take much more of the tooth-whitened, tanned, oh so reasonable Californian Peter Barlow. He spoke to Leanne about them being able to work together and being grown-up about it. Shocking! Perhaps the most difficult and shocking part of his recent repertoire was the weird smile he gave Leanne on leaving the bookies after having delivered his work intentions. He seems much more content than he should do with the love of his life approximately six thousand miles away. Of course, he was doing it for Simon, he claims and that is the official line, though both Leanne and Peter looked perfectly at ease with each other at the skating rink. Perhaps the photograph Simon took will trouble the already troubled Nick. Peter reminds Leanne, that he had his chance and he blew it and that it's Nick's turn now. Hmmmm.
Karl added a touch of pathos this evening. His taunts of Jason didn't really work. When asked what he wanted by Jason, Karl gave the rather witty if acerbic reply that he wanted to see what a toyboy looked like. He tells Jason that everyone is laughing at the relationship between Jason and Stella, but then Stella herself appears and asks if Karl is being more objectionable than usual. When Stella phones Karl later, he obviously gets his hopes up but they are soon dashed as Stella explains that there is no chance of them ever renewing their relationship. Later, when the glum seductress Sunita turns up in The Rovers looking for Karl after his' half hour'drink, Stella gives her some sisterly advice, by telling Sunita not to waste her time with Karl, in the way she, Stella did. Perhaps Sunita's reaction was intended to save face, as she tells Stella that she's bitter. Perhaps annoyed by this or perhaps to make her point crystal clear, Stella tells Sunita that Karl asked Stella to take him back. Stella tells her erstwhile love rival to kick him out now.
Nice touch of light relief with Sweaty Betty's apparently knocked-off turkeys with unsinkable qualities. How will Kirk manage to buy Beth's much-coveted bling now? A further amusing touch tonight was Sally's head girl behaviour in the factory, insisting that even a white lie is a lie and her obsequious 'Good morning Mr. Donovan'. Perhaps though, for amusement, young Craig should get the gold star.When asked by his mother why he was not at school but with 'Kirkys Turkys' as rendered on the sign, Craig, without a blink, just told her that it was a teachers' shopping day.
The story of the night though was the thirtieth birthday of Tyrone, the surprise party and the passionate kiss between Fiz and Tyrone. The tension! Would Fiz be discovered as Emily was deposited on the sofa? How would Fiz escape? And the card, signed all my love Fiz xxx. As Emily sees it lying on the floor after Fiz had left she 'helpfully' places it on display with the others. It's almost on a par with the handkerchief that Othello gave to Desdemona which she has taken from her by Emilia. Surely a link there - Emily- Emilia. Shakespearean indeed! A brilliant ending as Kirsty picks up the card, reads it, gasps and looks upwards. Run Tyrone! Run!
